Biography
I've always had a passion for literature and poetry. As I would write, it flowed through my vains as it just came so natural. I've been out of touch for quite some time and I am finding my way back again. Its always inside of me just waiting to come out. Poetry to me is life. It just depends on how you relate to life and decide to express it. You can find beauty in anything and anyone.
Samples
Wicked Angel She's torn from all the whispers, The cage is closing in. Her mind is filled with gestures, Getting off from all the sin. Anticipating on a strike, To kill the rapture in her heart. It beats so fast and bleeds, While tearing her a part. The ice is getting thicker, And her world is turning black. She tries to maintain her ground, But there's no turning back. All these emotions stir around her, Eating through her insides. Can't control this wicked feeling, She takes grip from all these lonely rides. This mess gets deeper clouded, Mischevious smiles. All the pain is dwelling, Through all the placid pleasant miles. She can't control the burning, She loves to feel the yearning. Love is out of reach, Love is painfully there. She rips it while she takes it, While she's tugging at her hair. She feels alive from all the adrenaline, And dead from her silent cries. All the wicked angels, Live under saphire skies. The sacred places of grace, She once knew. Drowned with all the acid, Beginnings for anew. There are no more fears, Here are all the tears. Is that what you want? Is that what you like? Feel that sweet embrace, Just rub it in her face. She loves to feel the pain, She can't erase the rain. She smiles and looks up gracefully, "How do I belong?" She's high from all the pieces, "Where did I go wrong?" Slit the open cuts, Let it bleed unto her hands. Drink from her body, As the wicked Angel stands.
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